Saturday, February 5, 2011

The Yakiniku Ojiisan

The other night, I was wondering the neighborhood in search for ice cream and vegetables, when I stumbled upon the mysterious, late night, yakiniku stand! I've seen this stand before, but I was always headed somewhere else or didn't have money at the time. That night, I decided to make a friend.

Allow me to introduce you to my Nashi Obaasan replacement: Yakiniku Ojiisan (Barbecue-Meat Grandpa)! While I was waiting for the chicken to cook, I spoke to my new Ojiisan and found out his life story. He is now retired, but in his younger years he was a chef at various international resorts and hotels. He lived in a variety of places, but one of them was Shizuoka, one of the locations that Gina and I visited in the winter. We were able to chat about that for a bit (fun fact: Shizuoka is famous for tea and quiet, lovely fields, by the way). While his family has always had this house (seen in the back ground) he would stay in apartments and the hotels when he lived in other cities. Even now that he's retired, he loves cooking for other people and he sets up this stand outside his house every night to serve the after work crowds. The menu is pretty cheap for chicken, beef, or vegetables with salt or special sauce.

He was very nice and even posed so I could take this picture. The food was great, and I'll probably go back for another late night snack. No more pears, but I at least can get tasty chicken. :)

Friday, February 4, 2011

A Rumbling

Saturday February 5th, 2010, 10:56 am - ICU campus in Mitaka, Japan

So, there I was, watching a Super Junior music video, doing my Japanese homework, and eating a Snickers my dad sent me, when I started to feel like someone was shacking the couch! Who would be so rude? My friends have all left the dorm for the day, the cleaning ladies don't come near me, and I hadn't seen anyone come into the lobby, so who was shacking the couch?!

Answer: No one.

At first I thought that I was imagining it all: I was dehydrated, tired, something. But then I noticed that the boy in the other room was looking around a little, too. And the lamp was rocking back and forth, too. Why is everything moving around?!

Answer: An earthquake.

I sat and waited through the rest of the tremor, deciding that it was too quiet and calm of a shake to warrant my finely honed Middle School Earthquake Safety skills. Afterwards, I opened up a new tab in Google Chrome (which I love and highly recommend) and found out that I had just experienced a JMA Seismic Intensity 2 earthquake. Here are some other figures I found posted almost immediately after the incident occurred.
Occurred at (JST)Latitude
(degree)
Longitude
(degree)
DepthMagnitudeRegion Name
10:56 JST 05 Feb 201134.8N140.7E70km5.2Chiba-ken Nanto-oki
I would be one of the blue dotes on this map.

You know what this means, don't you? This is my second, conscious earthquake in Japan! Horray! I must admit, it wasn't quite the tush massage the last one was, but rather a sea sick sort of feeling. From where I was sitting, the couch was moving, but the world was still, so it was boat-ish, I feel. Still weird, still fun, just thought that you would like to know.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Kaze’s Basketball Game

I was surprised to find out that many of the foreign students here don’t join clubs. Some of us have and, in most cases, are regarded like freshmen, but some groups give pretty equal treatment.

My friend Kaze (as he likes to be called) joined the basketball team in the fall and has been training and playing with them for these past two semesters. I always see him practicing in the gym while I’m on the second floor with Wadaiko, but I’ve never seen him play. Last week, we heard that he had a home game, so the Zelkova group decided to go cheer Kaze – and, you know, those other guys – on to victory! The others used makeup as face paint (it is all the same thing, really) and we started getting pumped about the game. From what we had heard, the ICU Seraphim were playing the ICU high school team.

High school? Really? Yeah, that is what I said, too.

But these kids are apparently the 5th or 6th best in the nation and their star player has been picked as one of the best players in Tokyo this year. Pretty cool stuff, but that meant we needed to make a distinction to cheer for ICU University, not ICU high school.

The game went pretty well, and I had a lot of fun screaming and clapping loudly – two things that aren’t looked on well in daily life here. We had only come to see Kaze, but sometime the other teammembers were really impressive. What do you do when you don’t know someone’s name? Give them one of course! One of my favorite pastimes is to give people nicknames based on their most obvious and sometimes worst feature. Ex: Purple Hat Boy or Dirty Shoelace Kid. They kind of sound like superheroes instead of strangers, which helps me feel more for them, but regardless. Besides Kaze, there was the Cap’in (sort for “Capitan”), Tall Guy, Ocho, Number 12, and Fast Kid. We nicknamed the high school's star player "Periwinkle" because that was his shirt color. Everyone had their own skills to contribute to the team. Except for Ocho, he was rather disappointing, but maybe it was just an off day. For some reason, though, they kept switching Ocho and Kaze during the game because Kaze was getting too many fouls too fast and they wanted to make sure they could still use him later in the game. What surprised me: after Kaze got hit in the face with the basketball and chipped his tooth, they wouldn’t sub him out! What gives?!

The cheering section was supreme; I’m just going to say. I learned about backwards spirit fingers, which had a 45% success rate, and we were pretty genki for the whole thing. But I think that Meghan started to lose her voice by the end of it. Oh, did I mention that besides us 4 who went for Kaze, no one else showed up? People would wander through, stop for a while and watch, but we were the only real audience. It was a good match! Why didn’t anyone else know about it?! More for us, I guess. The Daigakusei did give their all, but the Seriphim were behind by 24 points during most of the game. They did manage to catch up, but lost to the high school by 4. Well played, all. Hopefully I can catch a real game during the season.

Kaitenzushi, the Basics

(Yet another food blog)

Up until now, I’ve only been to the kaitezushi (revolving sushi) bar behind Musashi-Sakai station and one in the basement of a Kobe department store complex. Going to the one in Kobe won’t happen for me until I go all the way back to Kobe, so I was prepared to settle for the one near the station. But while it was cheap, it was so small and so crowded, and I’d have to bike all the way there. Not such a good set up. That was until my friends let me in on a great ICU secret: there is a bigger, closer, cheaper sushi bar right down the street!

They had all been craving sushi (and, really, who doesn’t?) and we had Friday afternoon classes canceled for a government issued test that weekend, so we decided to head off for our fill of sushi right after Japanese class. So, after class, off we went; past the gate watchman, past the rival ramen stores, the small shrine, J-Mart, Don Quixote, the large shrine, and under a bridge or two. We can in mass, which might have intimidated lesser store owners, but this particular kaiten was used to having swarms of ICU foreigners, so they weren’t shocked to see us at all. We did, though have to split up because SOME OF US couldn’t wait and decided it would be a good idea to skip the second half of Japanese class and go to the restaurant early, so they were already done by the time we arrived. All’s well that ends well, though, as our second wave would have had to sit at a second booth anyway.

For those of you who are new to all this (and in case I haven’t written it already), kaitenzushi bars are known for minimal customer-chef interaction and for serving most of the food on a revolving belt. The sushi chef cooks (rather, matches or wraps) everything in a little area and sets his finished pieces on the belt. As the little fish travels around the counter, it is up for grabs for anyone sitting at the bar. If you want one, just take it. After you eat the sushi, keep your plate until the end the servers will tally up how much you ate and bill you off that. Different types of plates have different colors or styles to help calculate price. For example, a yellow plate might be 105 yen, but one with blue flowers will be 225 yen. Color also lets the customer know if the sushi comes with wasabi already included or not. Each shop has a different plate system, so it is good to check before you grab a 500 yen plate. Ordering off the menu is also allowed.

If the store is small enough, you can just tell the chef what you want. But at the place we went, there cooks were all in the kitchen and two belts of food were coming out on the floor. In order to order, you had to type what you’d like electronically and when your order was ready, it would be sent around in a special bowl and music would announce that it was coming near your booth.

Most people like tuna and other types of fish, but the chewier stuff is my favorite! Clams, oysters, squid, and octopus are all good choices, but if you want something else, just pick it up. The restaurant that we went to had French fries, soups, desserts, and lots of “unique” sushi rolls, too. The food was so good, filling, and cheap, we all went back two days later! But having it twice in a three day period is enough for me. I’ll be set for sushi for a while, I think.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Let's Meet Ayako


Tada! It has been a while, but I finally found the second "Friends for Anna" video by Ayako (aka A-chan). This video had gone missing shortly after I took it (back in the ICU festival days). A-chan is one of the presidents of Soul Run this year and since Soul Run recently had a revival, I thought it was only appropriate to bring this back out. For those of you who are curious, we are practicing again so that we can perform in front of the Tokyo Prefecture Building at the start of a huge marathon! Something to encourage the participants. But, here is the thing: over half of our members are gone!! Many of the foreigners in Soul Run went home already and some of the freshmen don't want to practice again this year, so they're not coming back to help. None the less, we'll give it our all, although I can already feel my legs crying in pain. (>.<)

Oh, that's right, A-chan. Keep in mind, this is a rough, translation. Some things she said are even left out because I just don't know the grammar yet. No, really, it is a rough draft. It is, like, sandpaper rough. Run-out-of-water-and-your-tongue-feels-like-cracked-bricks-rough. You know the feeling? Yeah, it is terrible. Just like this translation. Douzo.

Me: Whenever is fine.

A: Can I start? Okay. Um, nice to meet you. I'm this year's ICU Soul Run president, Saito Ayako. I met Zaiton (that's me, y'all!) in Soul Run, but she was so beautiful, and I was really moved. She was busy with Wadaiko but (mumbles nice things) . I love you, Zaiton! Thank you! *chu, giggle, giggle*